Cassandra has been cleaning her apartment all morning. Well, morning for her. It's mid afternoon and she's still a little sleepy given this is rather early for her. She was excited to have someone she can make some gorgeous music with that is another Lost, but having company is having company and while she loves hosting, it is draining for the introvert.
Her apartment is rather large in general for the standard in Sacramento, having a sizeable open kitchen with an island counter top lots of counter space and even two ovens. Perfect for someone who likes to host or generally bake. On her kitchen counter are the lemon lavender and vanilla macron's she'd still been putting together. And by all accounts, they look pretty good, albeit a little rushed. Cassandra liked perfection, but she knows she can't always have that.
Out on one of the counters is a standard coffee maker with a grinder. Next to it, a bag of medium vanilla coffee beans as well as another little tub of instant coffee. It is connected to her dining room which has every look of a standard dining room, complete with a china cabinet and fresh flowers center on the table. If one looks closely, it looks as if there are tiny little bite marks on a couple of the leaves.
There is a well sized cat tree, complete with a little hammock and built in scratcher, across from the kitchen against the wall next to the living room. In the hammock is a sleeping, light gray kitten who doesn't seem to have a care in the world for all of the chaos that has been going on all 'morning'.
Next to the cat tree is the living room which is like a miniature library. The library holds everything from volumes upon volumes of sheet music, labeled binders and the like, to science fiction and mystery novels. Some even delve into deep high fantasy, but nothing that alludes heavily to princesses and castles. No, those hit too close to home. Out on the coffee table is a copy of The Caves of Steel by Isaac Asimov.
To the left corner of the living room is a restored, vintage record player, a small box below with a decent and rather eclectic selection of records. Next to the record player is a Bluetooth stereo, which looks like it might get slightly more use currently.
There is a hallway off to the side that leads to a bathroom and further down is her bedroom. With the bathroom, she made sure to clean up a little bit extra, putting away John's tooth brush and other toiletries that might signal a second person occasionally spending extra time here.
The last space is the open room to the right as one walks in, both her crafting and practice space. There are a couple of L shaped tables against the walls with her materials, which seem to mostly be put away aside from a silk sheet over a viola-sized instrument. Out in the center of the room is a beautifully and masterfully crafted harp that has been engraved and painted to have beautiful floral designs. It is truly unique from any harp one could hope to buy on the market today. And of course, next to her work benches is her cello, packed away in its hard case, her sheet music set up on a music stand in a folder next to it.
Once Cassandra felt confident enough in her work, she gets properly dressed and then settles herself in the kitchen, making herself a cup of coffee. Her coffee, not the instant coffee. She loves John, but they both know her beans are superior. Oddly enough in general, she'd been finding herself drinking coffee more than tea recently. It was just a nice way to pep up. While she sips upon the likely too hot for most people cup of coffee, she finishes up putting together the macrons with a very light lemon curd for the lemon lavender and simple vanilla for more plain vanilla ones. You'd think the lemon might be too much with the lemon already in the lemon lavender shells, but lavender is so strong a flavor that it evens it out.
And now she waits.
Seraphina Orianna